Friday, April 30, 2010

death of a season

I had a talk with the man in the moon.He said the winds would be changing soon.I asked him why it must be this wayHe said, "Be patient and you'll find out someday.The seasons change and with it comesOther changes under the sun.Some things die and others are born.Some are mended, some are torn.Once there was war, now there is peace.What was silent now can speak.What was thrown out, now you'll keep.What made you laugh makes you weep.What has been killed will now heal.The love you had is now hate you feel.You've planted seeds and built a wall,Now uproot the weeds and let it fall,For the griefs you've embraced and the wounds you've held closeNow turn to dancing as your stone heart lets go."Then the man in the moon said I must count the costIf I am to keep searching or give it up for lost.